a beautiful day

I went on a walk around 6pm after taking care of some business in our home office on the second floor of the house. There was a beautiful wild rose, not cultured, that was a jewel-like red/Burgundy growing from a survivor of a rose bush that had almost as many dead branches as living. Even the living ones appeared dried and lifeless except for the dangerous thorns and magnificent new leaves. The bush was very much alive. I paused to look at it in our front yard, just in front of the sidewalk that is bisected in two points by our circular driveway.

It was a beautiful day and our neighbor across the street who was standing near her mini-van with her daughter who was playing with her plastic binoculars even said as much. She proudly related how she talked to someone from the city who said the standing-water problem would be fixed by repairing the gutters which are paved with asphalt but should be concrete instead.

The city recognized that they botched something. My neighbor got the wheels of this bureaucracy turning. Our beautiful tree-lined street would be repaired.

Spring has sprung. And I looked upward at the new green leaves.